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whoah!whoah!whoah!whoah!whoah!whoah!.... whoah!...WHOAH!
*looks at Detroit*…who the hell is this guy? u better hope they don't give u guys 1 vote per pound of body fat, cause hell, man, u'd have NO chance. look, you may be a helluva talent, lazy’s got the mic, so I suggest you do like your girl did last night, and take a back seat for a second. now...onto bigger and bigger thing
*looks at disco*…..got damn u’re a big sumbich. I wonder how many aliases u created to login and vote for yourself, son…because they can’t be no way you won this award. You remember this son, with the snap of my fingers, I could roll right into chi town and take those little house party and old folks gigs right from your ass!
I mean what have we got here? We got the guy from the jungle brothers…..vs the guy that by himself could be the ENTIRE new edition……with bobby. Hell son, the last time you made a good mix, gas was 68 cents a gallon. The closest you’d ever get to being a disco dj is if someone pasted reflectors over your double wide ass, and spun u around in the middle of the room. One turntable sitting on top of a refrigerator, the other on top of a microwave. It’s pathetic. You’re lucky I don’t’ come over there and knock that twinkie right out of your mouth, son. I’ma go head and take my leave now , cause I know u gotta go get back to work holding that sign outside of azar’s big boy.
KEEP YO EYE..ON YO LUGGAGE!
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